Somebody's gettin' on my nerves Somebody's gettin' on my nerves Somebody's gettin' on my nerves Somebody's gettin' on my nerves (Show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my
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Somebody's gettin' on my nerves Somebody's gettin' on my nerves Somebody's gettin' on my nerves Somebody's gettin' on my nerves (Show 'em what ya got) Somebody's gettin' on my nerves
's thinkin' Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's on my
ya mother fa real its whateva thats the lease I can do since I let my nigga down how I let my nigga down man i miss my nigga now Chorus: well the
Beanie, what's up, baby? What's happening? (Face) Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby? We fittin' to get off Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man
s my shit Put the flow in affect with my clique Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my shit Try to get slick and niggaz is gettin
it (do it) True shit, you and your city must be on some new shit Gettin on my last nerve, such a damn nuisance Pussy niggaz on the rag, wearin Couture
New York insurance Try to keep shit clean like Florence Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance And it's all real niggaz, if I ever
herb Whoever in the dark is unseen and heard Let's submerge, I can feel something close we on the verge Talkin' bout, to my street sweepers, hotel housekeepers And my
plane and a boat and six other whips No Marta, from dice on the curb to stackin' up chips But harder from birds on my nerves to chicks on my *** Guard
rollin' in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin' Know there's
envy comin from my enemies While I'm sippin on Re-mi in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome As we head up
out of a sinister formidable place I can let you know the in's and the out's and I can spit it wicked Twisted and you can see by the look of my face
my roots will always bleed Keepin' my distance from you sucka's Call me the outbreed No way out Life and death Situations occur everyday My mind's a blur Somebody spark up the incense My nerves
Yo J, you bought this bitch's food Yo, these bitches ain't payin' for shit They up here eatin' and gettin' ready to plan To go to somebody else's house
blue black My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all